Chapter 1
Author's Note: I don't own anything of Supernatural, except for the DVDs. That's it. I am making no money from this; I'm simply experimenting with writing styles.
"Sacrificing takes time, Lord Astaroth," the Shax chick's voice is somewhere on my right.
Moving my head is…it's stuck? What the hell? What's it stuck on? Shaking doesn't work, feels like…metal clamps pressed on my temples or something. Ow. Note to self: don't jerk my head upward. At least I can sort of see now; mostly just where the light is and where it's not. Flatworm sight, I guess. That's what the dude on that National Geographic show about eye evolution said, anyway. Flatworms can't see shapes, just light or dark, or whatever. Fuck this, I gotta bust out somehow. "Unnngh! Let me go, you fuckin' demonic bitch!"
"Silence, Winchester."
"Mmmmghgphhfmmmm!" She just stuck a cloth in my mouth! Blyech, thing tastes like motor oil and rust. Can you get tetanus this way? "Mmmphg ghigphhhgmghmm!"
"I said for you to be silent."
Oh God! I can't breathe! Demon-chick hits hard. Why do I keep getting in trouble like this? Okay, deep breaths through the nose, Dean. Don't gag, keep cal-Why's she taking it out now? That felt weir-"AAAAAHHH"…what the fuck just burned my chest? God, get it off, please! Get it off! I can't see what she's doing, why's this happening? Just get it off! "AAARRRRGGGHH!"
Dad, please come get me; I can't stand this anymore. I'm gonna die. I hurt…all over….they….they did….I can't see anything and it hurts. Dad, where the hell are you? "Dad, I can't see." I don't wanna die, though. Sammy's in trouble, I think. That's who they said they really wanted. I'm not…I'm just….a key to….to something. I need to warn him! I need to warn Dad about the demons! They need to know! I just…I can't move anymore. I'm fuckin' cold and I can't move. I can't….I…I just want the pain to stop.
"The sacrifice is nearly complete, Lord Astaroth."
"Good. Father will be pleased to hear it."
"He will be ready for the final bleed in five hours."
Dad, please. I need help. Didn't Bobby tell him I'm gone?
"Sammy….I'm…I'm sorry."
"He is fading. Soon we will have the location of the last blood heir."
"It had better work, Shax."
God, I'm so sorry I wasn't a better brother to you, Sammy. I'm sorry, Dad, that I couldn't do a simple exorcism job like you wanted. Bobby, I'm sorry I didn't listen to you. I'm sorry. "I'm….sorry."